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6:10pm: We walk passed Local 44 and realize we’ve never been this far west before. This should be interesting.
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6:10pm: We walk passed Local 44 and realize we’ve never been this far west before. This should be interesting.
5:15pm: A bored–looking hipster guy sitting on a railing at the top of the stairs checks our IDs.
What’s the Vetri Foundation, you ask? Simple. The Vetri Foundation’s mission is to teach kids that healthy food leads to healthy lives. Started in 2008 by Chef Marc Vetri and his business partner and sommelier Jeff Benjamin, the foundation has launched multiple initiatives to promote healthy eating among Philadelphia’s youth.
Chef Marc Vetri is known for his innovative flavor combinations and his outstanding ingredient quality. While his six restaurants in Philly are out of most Penn students’ price range, there are a few tricks you can steal from Chef Vetri and take right into your own kitchen. From our unforgettable eight courses ($155 per person prix fixe tasting menu), we came up with a few DIY options that might just make you the next Marc Vetri—or at least the next Hungree Girl.
The Ranstead Room lies behind a dark door marked “RR”. Since this was my first time at a speakeasy, I wasn’t sure what to expect. It wasn’t quite the elusive entryway I had imagined, but the atmosphere still maintained an air of exclusivity and intrigue.
I’m not a fan of man buns. I’m just not into them. I don’t find them attractive. I don’t understand them. Whenever I see a guy with a topknot, a few choice thoughts run through my head: Is this guy just too socially awkward to hold a conversation with his barber? Is his hair so long simply because he’s avoiding a haircut? Yes, I know you’re stuck in a chair and it’s awkward if you don’t keep up the small talk, but it can’t be as bad as your sumo hairdo.
ABC brought you Wife Swap, but in honor of Valentine's Day, Ego is bringing you the less shitty, equally as unrealistic, Boyfriend Swap. Both of the Ego editors put their professional and romantic relationships on the line, all for the sake of "journalism" (read: Distrito margaritas).
You know how little kids in movies always blurt out embarrassingly personal facts about their families? That was me. I would tell anyone who would listen, “My mom was adopted, her mom was 16 when she was born!”
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[media-credit id=6922 align="alignleft" width="300"][/media-credit] Cheese–E–Wagon 33rd and Market Streets, in front of Drexel Law 267-444-6835 @cheeseewagon Price: $ Don’t miss: Southwestern Chicken Quesadilla—it’s a best seller for a reason. Skip: Triple Cheese Sandwich, there are much more interesting things Mike can do with cheese. As we trekked through a slush–filled day towards Drexel, we hoped Cheese E. Wagon would be worth it. The owner, Mike Sullivan, who was once the Executive Chef at Commons, had called to let me know that he dug out the sidewalk in front of the Drexel Gym just so I could get my cheesy fix for the day. Boy, am I glad he did. The truck itself looks like gooey, melted cheese. It was nearly impossible to choose from the glowing menu—each item looked better than the last. [media-credit id=6922 align="alignright" width="300"][/media-credit] We trusted the masses and ordered the #1 Seller—the Southwestern Chicken Quesadilla ($6.50). We were not steered wrong; the tortilla itself was crunchy, but still somehow delicate and gooey. Its spiced seasoning made every bite full to the brim with delicious flavor. We ordered the Jalapeno Popper Sandwich ($6) next, and it was the cheesiest darn thing I ever did see. Separating the two halves of the sandwich created a waterfall effect of melted cheddar goo. This sandwich was definitely not for the faint of heart—the jalapenos added quite a bit of heat. Next we had the Chicken Pesto ($6.50). At this moment, we confirmed that this food truck was indeed a winner, especially since my friend Mike is not at all stingy with ingredients. The chicken was fresh and the balance of pesto flavor was well done. Finally, we had the Grilled Cheese Caprese ($6). The mozzarella cheese was perfectly gooey, and the balsamic dressing cut it well with a tangy sweetness. While it would have been nice to have a variety of bread types to choose from, as every sandwich was served on toasted sourdough, the lack of selection was the only flaw we found. Mixing and matching bread and filling would have added something to the sandwiches, but the sourdough was crunchy and tasty, so we couldn’t really complain. To round out the meal, we ended on The Nutty Nutella dessert special ($6.50). With crunchy peanut butter, nutella, mixed berry compote and Philadelphia cream cheese, this dessert sandwich left us speechless. My friend described it as a “ride for her taste buds,” as the sticky peanut butter balanced perfectly with the compote and the cream cheese. We made sure to tell Mike how perfect it was, so hopefully he’ll keep it around. All said and done, Mike’s Cheese E. Wagon is one more great reason to curse Drexel for its foodtruck riches.
The other day, I was reading in Van Pelt when a girl in my sorority walked by. I waved hello as she passed and she came back to chat. She delved into her gossip about this one girl’s drinking habits, another’s eating disorder and still someone else’s drug problem. We exchanged whispers of who got with whom at which party, and who saw them doing what. It was my third bored–in–VP gossip session just that day. And I was just as bad as she was.
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